Definitely An Undesirable Alien

The Br*tish government and it's myriad agencies have a long and dishonourable history of shitting on those who have rendered loyal (and often selfless) service to the United Kingdom of Great Br*tain and Northern etc. etc. so 'it should come as no surprise' that some overpaid, over seminared and under-occupied jobsworths in red, white and blue hats have 'right royally' shat all over a man of Br*tish parentage, born in the Br*tish Commonwealth (You'll, perhaps, remember that, as with the subjects of the United Kingdom of Great Br*tain and Northern etc. etc., the subjects of the Br*tish Commonwealth and Empire answered the Br*tish government's desperate call in 1939?), with undeniably Br*tish siblings, former wives and children. Keir Hardie is a former (Br*tish) Royal Marine, (Br*tish) police officer and (Br*tish) local councillor. He has worked for the (Br*tish) fire brigade and is currently employed as a mental health nurse by the (Br*tish) NHS. It's worth adding that although born of a (Br*tish) father born in (what was then Br*tish) India he has lived in Br*tain for fifty two of his fifty five years, without claiming benefits, all of which might reasonably be thought to add up to a reasonable degree of Br*tishness, and in any other country in the world it might be taken for granted that his right to live and work in Br*tain is unquestionable, but not in whacky Br*tain.

Mr Hardie clearly has some absurdly outdated ideas about serving his country and community and, in a whacky Br*tain in which the destruction of national identity and civic pride are of paramount importance, he is, all too understandably, a highly undesirable alien. This episode merely proves, yet again, that Br*tishness now means absolutely fuck all, the more so since it is now widely seen as nothing more than an a means of destroying the Englishness that underpins it.

It is tempting to blame Mr Hardie's predicament on The Tartan McReich's Führer but the late Spike Milligan had precisely the same problem following the creation of Br*tish citizenship by the governments of Mrs Thatcher and Mr Major, in panicky moves designed to prevent the 'influx' of the estimated five million Chinese residents of Hong Kong previously entitled to live in Br*tain (had those five million been East Europeans, instead of 'slitty eyed' Chinese Messrs Milligan and Hardie should have had no problems).

Mr Milligan solved his problem by applying for, and being granted, an Irish passport. Mr Hardie could do worse than apply for a Canadian passport (it must be worth more than the embarrassment of the Br*tish passport): men, and women, of his calibre are in demand there but those who are intent on making sure that what most of us were once proud to call Great Britain is nothing more than a footnote in the debit columns of European history definitely do not want his sort here

Gruff thanks to Theo Spark for the link ('The Sunday Best ... : I'm an ex marine').

Speechless

What a delight BBC iPlayer is. Watch The Man With 20 Kids (available only until 23:24, Monday, 14th inst.) for yet another 'warts and all' depiction of the long term 'benefits' of liberal tolerance and the welfare state.

Here's the BBC's programme synopsis:

'Intimate and honest documentary following daily life with 49-year-old Mike Holpin and his controversial and ever-expanding family. Living with his third wife Petrina and their nine children in a three-bedroom terraced house, Mike's home is hugely overcrowded and the kids often double up because there is not enough space for them each to have their own bed. With benefits of 27,000 pounds a year to live on, however, Mike appears oblivious to what other people think of his family and we follow them through the chaos and extravagance of Christmas, the prospect of Mike being jailed for drink-driving, and his boys getting in trouble with the police.'

Comment is pointless but one of the more amusing revelations was that the subject of the programme is (Is anyone surprised?) claiming incapacity benefit because he is epileptic and an alcoholic, about which he is philosophical, admitting to the camera that he can understand that he is unemployable (he isn't) as he wouldn't employ a liability such as himself but the biggest howler, for Gruff, was his description of his children, in their presence, as 'foul-mouthed fucking animals' when told that they'd sworn in front of 'mammy'.

What can one say apart from to advocate the enforced sterilisation of such people, and their numerous progeny?

Postscript: The video is still available at 22:02, 23/7, although it comes with the distraction of a man signing for deaf viewers.

Whacky Br*tain 44 ...

... long suffering, law abiding, tax paying citizens who desperately need to believe that 'The Police' are actually on their side 0. A cynic might say that recent measures allowing secret inquests and redefining the circumstances in which anonymous evidence can be accepted are now readily comprehended but a genuinely included Briton of the 'nations and regions' would simply yawn and go back to his tartan tranquilised sleep muttering 'move along citizen: there's nothing to see here'.

In a previous war against tyranny it was sometimes remarked that not all Germans were Nazis, which was indisputably true, but when they were all wearing jackboots and coal-scuttle helmets it was rarely easy to tell the good from the bad. It is becoming harder and harder for essentially decent people to believe that 'The Police' are essentially decent and we are rapidly approaching the point at which the indisputably good police officers will be those no longer serving in 'The Police'.